Jenny Dia Novels & Stories

Jenny retorted, barely able to control her grin. Returning to the executive offices, George glared at Jenny and asked, “Is there anything your girls can’t do?” To Brad and Kim he explained, “You know that Jenny here is an engineer. Well, guess what? June Henderson is, too. And you know what she just did?” Kim just slowly shook her head.

Jenny muttered as she tapped on her chin thoughtfully. "Huh??" Diana scowled at her. "And if I'm right, then, you and your bastard should be rotting in prison already." Jenny added. Diana let go of me immediately; "What did you just say to me?" She asked angrily. "I know you heard me loud and clear. Why ask for me to repeat myself again??" Jenny asked, a small smile creeping unto her face. What is she doing? Why is she irking her this much?? Diana's eyes twitched as she advanced towards the unfazed looking Jenny.

She had to be more careful—if Jenny dared seduce Lance, maybe she would even go after Damien. “So do you have any plans?” Hellen asked. Jenny replied humbly, “I have been working as a kitchen maid. Please allow me to serve in the dining room tonight and I will figure out the rest myself.” “Sure.” Hellen checked her up, “But you can’t wear this outfit if you want to catch the Alpha’s eyes. Go and find something nice in my head maid’s wardrobe.” Jenny beamed, feeling flattered, “Thank you! Thank you, my lady! I won’t let you down. I promise!”

xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded. " how I wish dream could get along with her just like alexis, I would be grateful, cause his coldness is driving me crazy, I feel like punching that coldness and arrogance outta him"branny said gritting his teeth and xandra laughed making Nicki and Alexis turned to them........ NEXT DAY it was the day of the modeling, and Nicki was forced to dress like a girl that she is. she wasn't going to accept at first but got no option, so she agreed even when she feel really uncomfortable in the mini skirt and crop top she was putting on.

Too many funerals. Too many goodbyes. Too many people disappearing. The idea of adding Henri to that list felt unbearable. Daisy's voice softened. "Jess." "What?" "You don't know anything yet." Jessica closed her eyes. The problem was she did know something. Not facts. Not details. But instinct. And instinct had kept her alive more than once. The following Sunday the gallery remained closed. Henri insisted on one day off each week. Though Jessica suspected he secretly worked anyway. That afternoon she wandered through Montmartre alone.

Not today anyway. Ogling him wouldn't make him go away, and I had no interest in confronting him regarding why he'd asked about me. So, I went back to my dressing station and began to reapply the heavy makeup that I hoped hid my identity. It might not actually do the trick, but I'd convinced myself that I was a different person when I caked it on. Nikki Wilson wasn't the girl on that stage taking off her clothes for strangers; Diamond was. And Diamond was edgy, strong, a force to be reckoned with. She had gumption, determination. Her give-a-fuck didn't even register. The second the first beat played through the speakers, Nikki became Diamond, and Diamond owned that stage.

Ari asked, with intrest. Hans stayed silent and that made us look at him, with suspicion. "Hans?" "1692 we will have the first female of both the Djinn and Wendigo race. She will be the only Djinn left." He whispered. "She'll become Queen because of the Fae and of Wendigos, because the Elders and the Djinn will be dead. We don't know who it is though. Just that she'll be the mate of John R. E. Brickenden."

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

The guys burst out laughing, the crowd applauded, and I returned to our table. “Nicely done, pretty boy,” Jenny whispered in my ear. “Thank you,” Diane said, then motioned to Jenny, who sighed and headed toward the stage. “Babe, what are you doing?” I asked, grabbing her arm. “If you paid attention to the details, you’d know you’re predictable,” she laughed, glanced at Diane, and kept walking. “I knew what Daryl was planning,” Diane laughed. “So I asked your girlfriend for a favor. She’s always good at speeches”—if only they knew how much she hates doing them.